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Special articles
"No
Comparison”
Poem by: Sister Bonita Rose Stanaland
As you approach the grounds of
the Little Country
Church, you can literally see and feel the effects of the
Holy Spirit moving in and among the members and
visitors as each one greets the other.
No matter if they're rich or poor, everyone is greeted
the same-- with the Love that God has planted within
their hearts. They're so eager to share, with all who
have come to join them, in the Praise and worship of
their Lord and Savior.
No comparison--
to the little country church whose doors are always
open, like a mother's out-stretched arms, waiting for a
child to come inside. And there's the little 'ole lady,
you have no idea who she is, but it doesn't matter, all
you need is the Love, shining like diamonds, through
eyes brimming with compassion. And that Love is
always hovering and you never feel unwanted. The
singing rings out as music from Heaven, so lovely you
feel as though Angels are visiting, causing one to wish
they would remain.
There's just no comparison--
to the beauty of the old hymns as each one sings witrh
their God given talent, bringing forth a music impossible
to be created by human hands, so lovely you can feel its
warmth
showering down as though it's protecting you
from worldly woes, causing one to wish it would never
cease. No, there's just no comparison to the Little
Country Church.
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